I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Monday, February 19, 2018

do-wha ditty


February 19, 1973  (I was 28)

            do-wha ditty
The balance point of reality/illusion
is the one between cause/confusion

My vision of what might be
is the reason to continue me

but between ideal/attainable lies truth
quivering invisibly like gin/vermouth

The balance between reality/illusion
is keeping me at bay

What might be tomorrow
seems less than possible today
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